Last week I was talking to my mom on the phone, looking at our Christmas tree, when I saw one of the branches moving. What I found on that branch was a praying mantis. I called the kids in, we all got excited and then Maddison said, "move everyone, I'll get it!!!". After tackling her to the ground, I informed her that she would NOT be touching a bug in our house. It's bad enough that it's in the house, she doesn't need to go handling it. So, I forgot about the praying mantis UNTIL TODAY!!! I was on the phone with Holly, having a great conversation when I went to put a book in my scripture bag, that was on the couch, right next to the tree. As I leaned down to grab the handles, I saw something on them, and when I was ONE INCH away from it, I realized that is was the praying mantis !!!$#%()#@&%)@(*#$)(@# I screamed and then some vulgarity came out of my mouth. Poor Holly was on the phone and thought someone had just died and I felt like I was having a stroke. HOLY COW!!!! I hate bugs so much, obviously, because I rarely swear, so it must have been bad. Ohhhhh, I finally calmed down enough to tell Holly that I had NOT just cut off my hand and got Randy in there to take the 8" beast out of the house. I am sure it was 8" big, that's how big it looked during "the incident". Anyhow, I'm so glad that my heart is in good working order. Fshewww!!! Escaped that one!!!